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Black gate of the mortal |
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Sabbath held in thy honor, summon the anti-god |
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Is there nothing sacred, is there nothing pure? |
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Cool winds are abound me, from this fire well breath. |
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Embracing the myth |
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Everything |
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I am to believe |
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Embracing the evil |
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Everything that surrounds who |
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I am. Smoke will rise from the graves of our elders once slain |
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Crack the whip, night draws near, darkness swallows me whole |
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Worship upon the dead, praise all |
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Harassathoth |
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Satan summon ka-put ancients forces arise |
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Beelzebub suck my balls, |
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Beelzebub will suck my balls! |
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Corpses' rise from your tomb |
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Paint thy light unto dark |
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Is there nothing sacred? |
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Sexual urge for the dead |
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War, holy war |
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Infernal names invoke the storm |
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The end of man has come to pass |
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Goatwhore shall reign supreme! |
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Lust for the dead in the cold night, a chill grasps my breath |
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I hold onto nothing, for this |
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I shall fall |
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Smoke a bowl, read thy necronomicon |
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Balls of fire, erupt from the pyre |
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Of unholiness in my mind |
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Abaudahdine is honored to behold black metal sabbath! |
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Shootin' up to get my rush |
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This time |
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I think I'll take too much |
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Barely breathing, profusely bleeding |
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I'd get my gun, if |
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I could move and put myself in the ground |
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Take a pill get all low, high again you jones |
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Twisting convulsing, overdosing, skin turns pale |
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Writhing in sweat, moribund death comes for you |
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Slicing your wrist as you die you now want to live. [backing vokills by the choir of the damned featuring Dave Otero of Serberus, Dirk Trujillo of Evulsion, Ron of Mandrake, Keith and Tina Sanchez, Than and Keith of Deadspeed.] |
